The Iceberg and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

SPIRIT OF BEAUTY


 

SPIRIT of Beauty,
    Never shall you escape me.
Through glad or bitter days
    Hearten and shape me.

Since first these eyes could see

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    Still have they sought you.
Since first my soul knew dream
    My dreams have wrought you.

Since first my ears were unsealed
    To the whitethroat’s plaining,

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Between the gusts of the wind
    And the low sky’s raining,

Your voice I hear
    In the laughter of leaves, in the falling
Of waves on an empty shore

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    And a far bell calling.

When I clasp a warm, dear hand
    I know you are holding me.
When I lean to the lips of my love
    Your arms are enfolding me.

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And when Night comes
    And the faithless senses forsake me,
Out of my cold, last sleep
    You, you shall awake me.